This is a throwaway story that I decided to post. I have no idea where I'm going with this.
Raven connected her hands to her father's head and began tearing him apart from the inside as the wind and rain whirled around them. Lightning struck nearby, but Raven refused to lose her concentration. She finally, finally, had the upper hand. "Daughter!" Trigon growled, "if you kill me, you'll die, too."
"I know," Raven's voice echoed above the storm as tears streamed down her face. Her life flashed before her eyes. Meeting the Titans, falling in love—twice. She wanted so much more out of life. "And you still can," her father read her mind while clawing at her hands.
Raven didn't budge. "No, Father, you are finished. It doesn't matter if I die, as long as you do, too."
"Raven, no!" Raven heard him scream from behind her, "we'll find another way! I'll find another way!"
Raven turned to look at her teammates one last time - Koriand'r, Garfield, Victor, Garth. Flashes of her recently deceased best friend, Donna, replayed in her mind. Raven's vision blurred as tears filled her eyes. Then, there were Wallace and Richard. Wallace–Kid Flash—she'd fallen in love with him within months, but he couldn't, wouldn't, return her affections. Raven blamed herself for that one. Falling for Richard had taken years. She knew he'd never give up Starfire for her. It broke her heart, but she loved him still.
"Raven," Raven met Nightwing's masked eyes. "Please," he begged.
"I love you," she was barely able to choke out. "I love you all." She then threw up a wall of separation.
"Raven, no!" she heard her teammates scream as they began pounding on her barrier. She ignored them and gave her father her complete attention. Raven's powers reached into her father's mouth and poured out of his ears, nose, and eyes. He tried to scream, but Raven constricted his lungs. Daughter, Trigon whispered pathetically into her mind, please.
"Goodbye, Father."
"NO!" he roared with the last of his strength. Raven released a warrior's cry as she tore her father's mind apart, followed by his body. A sharp pain filled her head, and-
Raven shot up in her bed, gasping for air as tears streamed down her face. "A-Azarath. M-Metrion. Z-Zinthos," she stuttered her newest mantra, something she'd only begun doing after waking up on this Earth, in this body. "Azarath…Metrion…Zinthos…" she sputtered, inhaled, then exhaled. "Azarath. Metrion. Zinthos." She hated that stupid dream, reliving the day she – No, Raven, don't go there, she scolded herself.
She had only just calmed down when a knock at her door startled her. Raven made her way on shaky legs to the door. Cracking it open just so, she frowned when she saw all of her teammates on the other side. "H-H-Hey, guys," she greeted hesitantly, taking in the worried looks on their faces. She opened the door even wider. Garfield immediately turned into a squirrel monkey and hopped onto her shoulder. Raven tilted her head. She still wasn't used to this Garfield who did things like that. Things like turning into small animals and constantly sitting on her shoulder. He said he could sense her deep sadness and depression. Old Raven would have shooed him from her shoulder. Actually, the other Garfield wouldn't have even tried what this new, younger Garfield did. Old Garfield would have flirted, Raven would have hit him, he would have flirted again, etc. Raven wanted this time around to be different. "Is everything okay?" Raven asked, folding her arms around herself.
"Uh…you tell us," Artemis answered coldly, annoyed at being woken, "you were the one screaming your ass off."
"Artemis, be nice," M'ghann kindly came to Raven's defense. "Your mind was in distress," she said to Raven.
"My room is destroyed," a deep voice came from the shadows. Raven gulped hard. One of the many things different about this universe was the Robin. On this Earth, Richard was only 13 and not the leader. He was also not a full-time member of the team. No, a 19-year-old named Tim Drake was this Earth's full-time Robin–Red Robin. He had beyond genius level intellect; he was Richard's older brother, and he didn't like her–not one bit. "I woke up to torn and shredded books," he stepped into the light. "My shelves are nothing more than splintered wood. Are you going to pay for them?" Raven didn't answer, opting to look away in shame.
"It's okay, chica," monkey Garfield gave her a comforting pat, "we all have nightmares sometimes."
"Our nightmares don't destroy people's rooms," Tim muttered.
"She warned you about her intense nightmares," Kaldur, a part-time member with the Team and the League added thoughtfully.
"You're the one who insisted she room next to you," Bart added.
"Whatever, just try not to bring down the entire mountain," Tim stalked away.
"I'm sorry, everyone," Raven apologized sincerely.
"Uh-huh," Artemis acknowledged the apology before walking away.
One-by-one, the following members left Raven's room. "Are you sure you're okay?" M'Gann tenderly asked.
"I'll be fine," Raven folded her arms around herself.
"If you say so."
"Want me to stay with you until you fall asleep, chica?" Beast Boy asked kindly. "I can be a kitten."
"Thanks, but no thanks," Raven gave him a half-smile. "I'll be fine. It was just a dream. A very, intense dream."
"Okay," M'Gann gave Raven's arm a squeeze. "Have a goodnight."
"You'll be okay, chica," Garfield said after hopping off of her shoulder. "Good night. I hope you have no more nightmares."
"Thank you. Good night." Raven closed her room door. As her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she realized her room was a mess as well. Oh well, she sighed, not like I was planning to sleep, anyway.
"So," Black Canary smiled kindly at Raven, "an eventful night last night."
"Let me guess? Kaldur told you," Raven replied.
Black Canary only smiled and asked, "Want to talk about it?"
"Dreams of a past life," Raven stated with a wave of her hand.
"Care to expound?"
"No."
"Raven," Black Canary smiled kindly, "I'm not your enemy."
"I don't like sharing my secrets with people who don't trust me."
"I trust you."
"Really?" Raven scoffed. "Then why does it sometimes feel like Batman is on the other side of the door, listening?" The smile quickly left Black Canary's face. "That's what I thought."
"I didn't think you could sense him."
"For the first month, I couldn't," Raven shrugged, "but Batman isn't perfect. Even he leaves an echo."
"Would you believe me if I said he's not here to check on you?"
Raven reached out with her powers. "You're telling the truth," she surmised with a frown. "So why does he listen?"
"A concerned parent."
Raven chuckled darkly. "Concerned? About me? Right."
"I take it in your universe not many people were concerned about your well-being."
"I'm the daughter of an interdimensional, genocidal, old god. They were mainly worried that I was going to snap and kill everyone."
"Who is they? Your teammates? World governments? The Justice League?"
"It doesn't matter," Raven sighed.
"Well," Black Canary looked down at the file in her hands. "It says you can portal to different dimensions–any dimension. Why haven't you gone back to your dimension?"
"Because I don't know where it is," Raven said. "I can portal to different dimensions as long as I know where they are. Usually, I just need to think of a place I've seen either in person, on TV, on a postcard–whatever."
"But it's different when it comes to traveling different dimensions."
"Yes," Raven nodded, "it's why I've been having such a hard time finding Azarath."
"Azarath," Canary looked down at the file once more, "your home planet." Raven merely nodded. "Let's talk about the nightmares."
"Has it been an hour yet?"
"Raven, bottling everything up inside isn't healthy. It'll wear you down from the inside out."
"That's my problem."
"What happens when your problem becomes the team's problem?"
"Then I'll leave."
"That's not what I'm suggesting."
"Are we done here?" Raven asked impatiently. "I mean…I understand you're doing your job, and I don't want to be rude, but this is…why are we doing this? This isn't even my home. I'm not even on the Team. I'm here because you guys don't know what else to do with me."
"Actually," Black Canary smiled, "I was going to suggest to Batman that you go out on a mission."
"What? Really?" Raven raised a skeptical brow. She'd spent the last 3 months between the Team's headquarters and the Watchtower being tested, examined, poked, prodded, and questioned. "I'm going to go on a mission?" Raven repeated. She was being allowed out? The thought should have thrilled her. Instead, she was confused. "Why?"
"Why?" Black Canary repeated, "I thought you'd be thrilled."
"I don't plan on being here permanently."
"Doesn't mean you can't get out. This may be good for you."
"We'll see," Raven shrugged, shifting almost uncomfortably. "So…who's team will I be on?"
"Red Robin's," Black Canary answered. Raven scowled. Great. "Is that a problem?"
"I don't know if you've been made aware, but he doesn't seem to be fond of me. At all."
"He's working through his own issues. He'll come around."
"If you say so," Raven sighed. "Should I go get ready?"
Black Canary nodded. "Raven," Black Canary called out as Raven stood to her feet, "I can only imagine what you've been through…but…have you thought why you were reborn?"
"No," Raven answered sharply. "If we're done…"
"We're done," Black Canary smiled encouragingly. "Good luck."